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saetoru · 11 months
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。PLAN B — ALHAITHAM.
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alhaitham has long resigned to the reality that as long as he’s dating you, there can never be an argument he can fully win with logic alone. all his life, his brain has carried him above men in the most impressive of ways, granted him effortless victories that he’s strategized in just a few quick seconds—except no matter how impressive, his brain is no match for your stubbornness.
one time, he even overhears the general mahamatra mumble, it seems like he’s met his match. to this day, the moment haunts him in his sleep sometimes.
but he figures cyno is right (though no one should ever tell him this) because otherwise, alhaitham, the akademiya’s scribe and current acting grand sage, would never be buying flowers and standing before you to apologize for something he didn’t even do.
well, he did—it’s just that he did in a dream, not reality.
“oh, has the cheater come back for my hand again?” you spit, crossing your arms and looking to the side with a hmph.
the universe must be having a field day with this show, he thinks, the show of alhaitham’s life taking complicated turns in places they simply do not have to. woefully, he’s sure kaveh is enjoying this, at least. otherwise the architect wouldn’t be sitting on the opposite couch and watching in pure glee.
“technically, i didn’t cheat,” alhaitham argues, “that was the alhaitham of your conjured imagination. the real alhaitham was peacefully sleeping until he was rudely pushed off of the mattress despite having work in a few hours—”
“i don’t speak to cheaters,” you huff.
alhaitham figures it’s now time to put plan b into action. plan b is as follows: to buy your favorite type of flowers and present them to you, all while dinner from your favorite restaurant sits on the table waiting. as soon as your eyes light up at the sight of the flowers, he’ll be able to skillfully sneak his way beside you on the couch, pull you close with one arm, and before you realize what he’s done, he’ll lead you to the dining table with your usual order waiting for you.
it’s a fool proof plan, he thinks—all plans of his have always had a ninety nine percent success rate, and this is no different. the only reason there’s not a one hundred percent success rate is solely and entirely due to the fact that he cannot plan for unforeseeable circumstances that occur last minute. these circumstances are beyond his control, but the small statistical chance of them occurring puts his mind at ease that in a few short minutes, all will be back to normal.
“these are for you,” he says, holding out the bouquet he bought—which was rather expensive, might he add.
and then, because the universe hates him, that one percent chance of an unforeseeable circumstance presents itself at the most inopportune of times.
“why is this one dead?” you raise a brow, pointing to the flower in the corner he failed to notice.
wonderful, he thinks. kaveh snorts, and alhaitham simply let’s his shoulders sag.
“well,” he starts, “i didn’t notice that one. forgive me—”
“just like you didn’t notice my presence while you cheated on me, huh? yeah, for the akademiya’s scribe, you sure do miss a lot,” you glare daggers at him.
“but i didn’t—”
“it’s your fault i dreamt that in the first place,” you hiss, “who’s plan allowed the people of sumeru to dream again?”
“yes,” kaveh adds from the corner, “do tell, alhaitham. who’s brilliant plan has lead to this situation?”
“certainly not yours,” alhaitham shoots back, crossing his arms as he raises a brow at the insufferable blonde, “if it were up to you to make the plans, we’d have quit before we even start.”
“don’t be rude to kaveh,” you scold, “kaveh would never cheat on me.”
“of course i wouldn’t,” kaveh agrees.
alhaitham pinches himself in hopes this is all his dream and he can wake up from this torturous nightmare.
“kaveh is behind on rent and acutely single. the only place kaveh could cheat on you is in his own dreams,” alhaitham argues, which earns an offended sound of indignation from his roommate.
“if this is your way of apologizing, it sucks,” you sulk, refusing to meet his eyes.
with a heavy sigh, alhaitham sets down the flowers and hesitantly—he does not wish to be shoved to the floor a second time in one day—settles beside you on the couch.
“i would never be unfaithful to you. i love you,” he says simply, but his voice is delicate, serious, like he means it. “i love you because you brighten each day, and make them far more tolerable by your side—even despite your occasional illogical fits of rage. and i will continue to love you even when i am the target of them.”
“seriously?” kaveh gapes in disbelief, “that’s your apology? are you trying to be broken up with—”
“really?” you ask, hopeful.
“of course,” alhaitham nods, and if the corner of his eyes shoot kaveh a smug look…well, only kaveh sees it.
“you’ve never cheated on me?” you narrow your eyes, searching for confirmation in his.
he grabs your hands, nodding. “never,” he assures.
“okay,” you nod, “as long as you’ve learned your lesson, i can look past the mistakes of the alhaitham of my dreams.”
“the alhaitham of your reality is so graciously thankful,” he says sarcastically.
you giggle. he smiles softly. kaveh rolls his eyes and walks to his room.
“well, alhaitham of my reality,” you hum, moving to cup his cheeks and lean in until your lips are just barely touching his, “i love you too. even despite how you infuriate me—including in my dreams.”
“it’s an unfortunate quality all potential versions of alhaitham come with,” he chuckles, and then his lips are pressed to yours firmly.
and you know, from this kiss alone, from the way he holds you like you’re the first bloom of spring after a harsh winter, that you’re the only one he has room for in his heart.
plan b had a few unexpected complications, but as always, alhaitham adds another successful attempt to his list.
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this reader is so me-coded pls look away 😭
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Y’all remember the days when Belos was just the funky mysterious masked villain with the sans eye. Remember when Little Miss Perfect dominated both the fandom and Amity Blight as a character. Remember when some of us were genuinely worried Eda would die in the S1 finale. Remember when we all hated Lilith with a seething passion. Remember when Luz’s biggest issue was just trying to figure out day-to-day Boiling Isles life. Remember when, save for the finale, Understanding Willow and Enchanting Grom Fright were the episodes we all lost our minds over.
Wild times
#the owl house#toh#emperor belos#philip wittebane#luz noceda#amity blight#eda clawthorne#lilith clawthorne#little miss perfect#boiling isles#talk#season 1#toh season 1#the owl house season 1#text post#drabble post#i can name so incredibly specific things about being in this fandom. so incredibly specific#guys i joined during the brief hiatus during adventures in the elements. i still REMEMBER there was a break cause yknow. DISEASE#yes i made the belos reference first cause. gestures to my profile picture. i know#remember when belos was just like. the villain. and the human theorists were The Crack Theorists#remember when our brain chemistry was rewired with grom. remember when we all wailed in the s1 finale and we were like#dang thats insane. all of this is so insane look at this tidbits of plot. and then season 2 loomed over us#god. do you guys remember my four years au? remember the character i named keene?#he was my idea for the sneak-peak we got of the top of hunters head by dana. keene was who i thought hunter was gonna be. i had a plot idea#where he almost betrayed amity at one point before deciding to stick with the kid. guys i thought hunter was like an adult man & also yknow#had his life together. oh if past me could see this sht now#i could go ON about the crazy things i thought/did back in YE OLDEN DAYS of this hereby fandom. i am accepting asks#WE HAD NO IDEA. WE HAD NO CLUE IT WAS GONNA TURN OUT TO BE A RELIGIOUS WITCH HUNTER PLOT TWIST#OR CLONES. OR INSANE FAMILY TRAUMA. OR HARPY LADIES. LOOK UPON YE MIGHTY AT WHAT WE BECAME
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supernaturalfreewill · 4 months
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warnings: flirty!dean is a warning "Hey—the hell is the deal with this cabinet? It won't open? Is it locked or something?" He was tugging hard on the pulls but the doors wouldn't budge. "I don't even see a damn keyhole..."
"Oh, that's the one I was telling you about the other day. I found a Men of Letters file on it. The locks only let those in need open it. There's no physical key."
"Well, what the hell? How do I open it then?" Dean asked, giving you a frustrated look. "There could be something good in there."
You laughed and moved closer, staring at the unassuming mahogany cabinet. "It doesn't work like that, Dean. If you want to open it, be in need. I guess, fixate on something you need in your mind. Maybe it'll unlock."
"Hmm," he hummed, scratching his head thoughtfully. "Okay. Uhh..." He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and you giggled at the concentrated look on his face. He tried one of the cabinet pulls again and it clicked open.
"Oh my God!" you said excitedly. "You got it! What did you—"
He gave you a smile and pulled it open the rest of the way to reveal a huge bouquet of roses. Your jaw dropped open as he pulled them out and held them up to you. "I need you to forgive me for falling asleep during our movie night last night."
"Wow," you laughed, accepting the bouquet. "Very smooth."
"I thought so," he grinned.
You smelled the flowers again and shook your head at him. "Don't think you can use this to get you out of it every time you mess up! It's too easy!"
"Did you say easy?" he asked, looping his arms around your lower back and giving you another charming grin.
"Yeah, you are, Dean," you giggled.
"Only for you." He leaned in and kissed your neck, and all was forgiven.
Prompt: "The locks only let those in need open it. There's no physical key." / "Well, how do I open it then?" / "Be in need." A/N: This was cuuuuute halp
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atinycafe · 9 months
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MEETING HYUNG LINE ATZ 4 THE FIRST TIME — headcanons
pairing: ateez hyung line (psh, khj, jyh, kys) x fem!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 4.2k warnings: different aus for each boy, violence + language + annoying man hitting on reader (hwa's part), groping and sexual harassment by creep (yuyu's part) + mention of needles and blood (yeo's part), petnames note: this weirdly took me so long that's why i didn't post my usual tiny drabbles these past days, like i think you can actually see me lose interest in writing this as you go on further and further in the post, but anyway if you like it, feel free to tell me so i can write 4 the maknae line, feel free to request anything, i'll write it 4 u bb, also completely out of context but yeosang's initials are crazy like sir?? masterlist
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  ○˳   🎭   idol!hongjoong x model!reader (1.3k)
you ready yourself for what lies ahead, inhaling soft breaths to steady your nerves. you make a conscious effort not to bite on your acrylic nails, a habit that helps alleviate your stress. standing in a line filled with seasoned models, you find yourself at the forefront.
this marks your first time opening for a catwalk show, and it happens to be for balmain, one of your favorite brands. you can sense the gaze of more experienced mannequins piercing the back of your head, intensifying your desire to disappear completely.
excitement courses through you, but it is overshadowed by overwhelming anxiety. your stomach tightens beneath the long black bodycon dress. the excessively high heels dig uncomfortably into your feet, and the black fur coat feels hot and itchy against your skin. a golden necklace dips between your breasts, accentuating the deep v-cut of your dress.
gazing down at your legs, you can feel the tightness of the dress, accentuating their curves forcefully. the thought of appearing awkward while attempting to strut along the runway plagues your mind. you pout and try to recall the words of your therapist, assuring yourself that everything will be okay, despite your rising anxiety.
the staff begins the final checks on the models, informing you that the show will commence in 10 minutes. everyone nods, preparing themselves. some models ask their personal assistants to double-check their hair and makeup, while others place their healthy smoothies on the large tables at the sides.
you remain still, already prepared, though the weight of the coat on your body feels burdensome. breathing becomes a challenge, but you push through the discomfort. fake it till you make it—perhaps the placebo effect can work in your favor now; you desperately need it.
you all stand behind the grand curtains, the sound of music signaling the beginning of the show. having practiced a new, slightly more sensual catwalk routine for this occasion, you convince yourself that everything will be fine. however, the fuck ass coat… it weighs so heavily upon you.
recognizing your cue, you part the curtains on the first drop of the music. the lights dramatically illuminate your silhouette as you push your anxiety to the back of your mind, casting a seductive smirk toward the audience on either side of the runway.
you start strutting slowly, each step perfectly synchronized with the bass of the song. you know you look good, feeling your hips sway enticingly. yet, you can't help but notice the tightness in your chest and the sudden difficulty in breathing. fuck that damn coat.
quickly contemplating your options, you realize no one is behind you. if you take a dramatic pause, it won't disrupt the flow. and so, you do just that. in the middle of the runway, you come to a halt, gracefully turning on yourself as if putting on a show for the spectators. removing your coat, you reveal the backless dress beneath, flinging the fur onto someone seated in the front row. gasps of astonishment ripple through the crowd, and the camera flashes multiply, blinding you to the identity of the recipient of your 10-kilogram coat—only catching a glimpse of orange hair.
resuming your stride, you are well aware that this impulsive act will likely be splattered across social media for months. you suppress a laugh as you imagine the dramatic edits that will ensue. with the burden of the coat lifted, you finally feel free from the weight that had fueled your anxiety.
having completed the walk flawlessly, you now find yourself in your own small cubicle—a room of your own, courtesy of your friendship with olivier rousteing. seated in a chair, donning simple shorts and a t-shirt, you sip on your americano. your
face is adorned with a white face mask as you stare intently at something on your phone, hugging your knees.
the door creaks open, and you assume it's your assistant finally arriving to inform you that your uber has arrived. pushing against the dressing table, you swivel the rolling chair to face the door, only to be met with a stranger.
both of your mouths hang open in surprise, and you simply gaze at each other in disbelief. you, because you find yourself face-to-face with one of your favorite singers, hongjoong from ateez. and him, because he didn't expect you to look so adorable after witnessing the mature show you put on just thirty minutes ago.
"uhh, can i help you?" you ask, swiftly removing the mask and straightening yourself, coughing softly in awkwardness.
"uh, yeah, you… umm, dropped this earlier," he points to the weighty coat in his grasp, and your jaw drops once more.
you just threw that coat at kim fucking hongjoong. you wish you could disappear.
"oh shit, sorry, i…" you begin to stand up, almost causing the cup of americano in your lap to tumble. but you catch it in the nick of time, your reflexes acting swiftly, even as your embarrassment threatens to engulf you. "did it hurt?" you blurt out in a quick squeak.
did it hurt? did it hurt?? you must be out of your damn mind. what kind of question is that? your face flushes, and the redhead before you can only stare in shock before bursting into laughter.
"shit sorry, 'm not making fun of you, i promise precious," he manages to say in between wheezes, tears forming in his eyes. "no, it didn't. don't worry about me. i'm stronger than i look." you let out an awkward laugh, finding some amusement in the situation as well, and you wipe at your face, feeling exhausted. it's only 9 pm, but you've been at this place since dawn. hongjoong notices the tired smile on your face and straightens up.
"i didn't know who to give it to. i figured since you… uhh, wore it," he trails off, hoping you'd understand that he didn't want to waste your time.
"that's so nice of you, if i were you i would've kept it to be honest," you laugh, finally starting to feel at ease. and he smiles.
he smiles. your brain goes haywire at the sight, and you can't help but make a quick remark, "could i get your autograph?"
he looks at you as if you've just asked him the most improbable thing in the world, and you bite your lip, scolding yourself internally for getting too comfortable. "sorry, you don't have to—"
"no no no, it's alright. i just didn't think you… knew me," now it's your turn to look at him in the same way he did, and you're at a loss for words.
you try to formulate a response, attempting to convey that he's rather daft for being surprised that you recognize him. but before you can speak, your assistant finally enters the room, holding your considerably lighter coat. he eyes hongjoong up and down, and then turns to you, pointing at him discreetly.
"isn't that the guy you keep fangirling over?" your horror-stricken gaze meets your assistant's, while hongjoong hides his face behind the fur coat, muffling his laughter within the material.
your assistant fails to read the room and continues, "anyway, your uber's there. come
out whenever you're ready, but make it quick, guys." he gives both of you a knowing look, and you stare back in a mix of confusion and disbelief. he places your brown coat on the chair next to hongjoong and closes the door behind him as he exits.
"sorry about him, man. he's weird. don't mind him," you start, tossing the empty cup of americano into the trash along with the face mask you had worn. as you reach for your brown clothing, you pass by hongjoong, noticing how his eyes follow you, his smile never fading. his cologne wafts around him, but you resist the urge to inhale deeply. while putting on your coat, hongjoong finally smirks.
"i'll give you my autograph next time i see you, along with that coat. in exchange, give me your number."
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○˳   🏍️   gangster!seonghwa x chaebol!reader (0.9k)
you're chilling in the vip section of one of seoul's most famous clubs. having a blast with your girlfriends, clinking glasses, and laughing uproariously. everyone around recognizes you as the daughter of a prominent politician, shamelessly having a good time with other influential figures' daughters, but they mind their own business.
you feel the judgmental gazes on you, but you try to ignore them, not wanting to let them ruin your night. your father wasn't the best person, openly feasting on the public's taxes. he was awful both in public and private. you're relieved he's a deadbeat dad, with his messed up personality, you don't have to deal with him.
you'd rather spend his ill-gotten money on clubbing and shopping, reclaiming a small piece of what he's taken from the nation. it might be foolish, but hey, you're just a young girl. what else can you do?
your thoughts are interrupted when one of your girls grabs your arm, slurring about wanting to dance. you both giggle as her words come out in slow motion. you stand up, letting her lead you onto the dance floor.
you move to the beat, her body pressed against your back, her hands caressing your bare waist as yours wave in the air. she leans in, her nose brushing against your hoop earring, and she shouts over the loud music about a guy who keeps checking you out. you turn to her, silently asking "where?" and she points behind you.
you pivot, following her gesture, and lock eyes with a man sitting in a vip section similar to yours. he's at the edge of a circular seat, accompanied by seven other guys. as his gaze meets yours, he smirks, the club's lasers reflecting off the grills in his mouth. you flash a smile, then turn away, acting unfazed. your friend catches on, throwing her head back in laughter as she teasingly grabs a handful of your ass. both of you erupt in fits of giggles, behaving like immature high school students.
the night carries on, and you grow tired of dancing. the other girls have joined you on the dance floor, so you leave them and head to the bar. you ask the bartender for a glass of water, hoping to refresh yourself a bit. suddenly, you feel a large hand on the small of your back. you smile, assuming it's the stranger from earlier, but when you turn around, your smile fades. it's some random guy, much older, and you recoil in disgust, smoothing over the spot he touched with your palm.
"ew, back off. not interested," you say dismissively, not even bothering to look at him. you shift your focus to the bartender, who gives you a sympathetic smile. he places the glass of water in front of you and goes off to clean other glasses.
the man, who still hasn't budged from behind you, snatches your drink and takes a sip. you look at him, utterly shocked, thinking, "what the fuck does he think he's doing?" he carelessly drops the cup right next to your hand on the table, causing the water to splash onto your fingers, making you flinch.
"water? nah, let me get you something good, babe. what do you want? i can get you anything," he yells at the bartender, who gives you a questioning look. you shake your head in refusal. when the guy sees that you both ignore him, he starts getting agitated.
"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he snaps at you. funny, you were thinking the same thing. "you think you're better than me or something? i know who you are, you bitch. just because your daddy's th—"
before he can finish his sentence, his head slams onto the table, and he crumples to the floor, leaving a streak of blood where his nose hit the wood. you turn to the person who just knocked him out.
"seonghwa, nice to meet you, pretty. sorry about him. he won't bother you anymore," he says calmly as he takes a seat next to you, motioning for someone to remove the unconscious body. you stare at him in astonishment before taking a sip of your water, letting the cool liquid calm you down.
he signals the bartender, who swiftly approaches, discussing a glass on the rocks. the older man nods unsteadily. taking advantage of the moment, you let your eyes wander over his face. he's attractive, but that's not what catches your attention. the dragon tattoo peeks out from his shirt, extending along the side of his neck. it's the symbol of the notorious gang and, surprisingly, the owners of the club you're in.
"you often handle paying patrons like that?" you inquire, taking another sip of your water and gazing straight ahead.
now it's his turn to feel your gaze on his profile, and you can hear his chuckle. "i only do that to the ones who scare the highest-paying patrons," he cleverly replies, alluding to your wealthy background. you roll your eyes and turn to face him, resting your elbows on the table and propping your cheek on your fists.
"'m not paying for my water, you are," you state, and he laughs, mimicking your posture by resting his cheek on his hand.
"am i now? and why would i do that, pretty?" he smirks. you can now see the details of his grills more clearly, small diamonds adorning the silver jewelry, and you smirk right back at him. a few strands of hair fall across your face as your body shakes with laughter.
"'cause you got a crush on me," you drawl out the last word, your smile widening, your cheeks starting to hurt. he moves one hand to your face, gently brushing the hair away with a feather-light touch, and chuckles softly.
"such a smart girl."
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  ○˳   🚟   student!yunho x student!reader (0.8k)
you gaze down at the subway floor beneath your feet, gripping your eyes tightly. the train compartment is packed to the brim, the morning rush causing people to scramble and squeeze together. however, you're well aware that the hand grazing against your skirt is no accidental result of the cramped space.
clenching your fists, you lean your forehead against the windowpane of the door ahead, seeking solace in the cold surface. a scream wells up within you, the desire to make a scene overwhelming, but this is the first time such a thing has happened to you. frozen, you're unable to react.
your eyes sting with tears, and you attempt to hold them back, but they refuse to be contained. small droplets trickle down your cheeks, and you gently brush them away with the sleeves of your uniform.
suddenly, the subway screeches to a halt, reaching a new station before the doors slide open in front of you. you lower your gaze to the floor, your hair partially obscuring your face, and you notice only one pair of jordan 4 sneakers and a pair of pants resembling the ones worn by boys in your school. your curiosity leads you to glance up swiftly, and there stands one of the tallest boys you've ever seen. he's a stranger, someone you've never crossed paths with before, but you surmise he must be a new student at your school, given the familiar uniform.
he stares at your face, taking note of the tear tracks on your cheeks, then casts a quick glance behind you, piercing through the person who has been violating your boundaries for the past five minutes. in an instant, he connects the dots, understanding the situation, and his expression changes from shock to anger.
he steps into the train, forcefully grabbing the man behind you before hurling him out with a powerful throw. the man lands on his rear with a grunt, and before he can utter a word, the doors seal shut.
you have no time to react as more people flood in through the other subway doors, inadvertently pushing against your body. almost losing your balance, the boy behind you grabs your forearm, turning you around and gently pressing you against the door. his hands shield you from the surrounding crowd, his larger and stronger frame providing protection.
you can only gaze up at him, fear evident in your wide eyes, while he looks down at the others around him, his face reflecting displeasure as people jostle against him. eventually, he looks back at you, and his expression softens.
"sorry for touching you like that," he whispers, and you feel a tug at your heart, strangely soothed by his voice despite his recent shoving and pushing.
"like what?" you respond softly, perplexed because he has nothing to apologize for; in fact, he did the complete opposite by helping you fend off the harasser.
he simply gestures toward your forearm with his long finger, not even making contact, alluding to the moment he turned you to face him.
"oh," you glance down at your arm, "'s alright," you say awkwardly.
silence hangs between the two of you. you try not to dwell on how close he is to you, but this time, the proximity doesn't make you uncomfortable. while yunho gazes upward, deliberately avoiding meeting your eyes, he can't help but notice their beauty—the way they shine so brightly with tears—making him feel breathless, as though he could suffocate if he stares for too long, forgetting to breathe.
"by the way, thank you for, umm…" you finally manage to speak, still unable to meet his gaze as his eyes find their way back to you, "you know, yeah, thanks."
he's about to reply, insisting it was nothing, when the door behind you opens. a gasp escapes your lips as you begin to lose your balance, but his hand instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer and helping you regain stability.
he tries to create distance between you, but the stream of people surging in from behind prevents it. the next station is even more crowded than the previous, as it draws nearer to downtown. pressed tightly against his chest, your left cheek resting against his pec, you can hear his heartbeat quicken. the closeness causes his ears and neck to turn bright red.
once both of you step out of the subway, finally arriving at the station that leads to your school, you release a weary sigh simultaneously. at the sound, you look at each other and share a soft chuckle.
walking in the same direction, you have a feeling that getting this close to yunho won't be a one-time occurrence.
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  ○˳   💉   doctor!yeosang x patient!reader (1.2k)
"so, how did that happen?" yeosang mumbles as he checks out the open gash on your hairline, his gloved hands carefully examining the wound. you wince in pain when he applies a bit too much pressure, and he gives you an apologetic look before returning to his seat, tossing the gloves into the tiny trash can beside him.
you're in one of the er rooms, sitting on the examination table, and you're grateful for the blood smeared on your face, hiding the blush you can't help but feel around the cute doctor. you nervously bite your lip, and he notices, reaching out with his thumb to release your poor lip from the clutches of your teeth. you don't overthink the gesture; after all, he's a doctor who doesn't want you to cause another injury to your face.
raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, he expects an answer to his previous question. you fiddle with your fingers, trying to come up with a response that won't embarrass you. eventually, you let your shoulders slump in defeat and clear your throat.
"my friend, uh, told me a joke, and it made my stomach hurt. i clutched my stomach," you explain, and he nods along, ensuring he follows the story. "but then, when i bent down too fast, i ended up smacking my head on the glass table and, umm, breaking it…"
he hides his face behind his palm, scribbling something in the paper placed in your folder. you can tell from the shaking of his shoulders that he's laughing. he mumbles something about how the joke must've been really funny.
you offer a shaky smile as he explains the next steps you'll need to take at home. he mentions that you won't require sutures since he doesn't want any obvious scarring, which is a relief because you're not exactly fond of needles. he continues talking about the medications and creams you'll need to apply to your face every night and day for the next month. you agree with a soft nod, feeling the throbbing headache intensify with each movement.
he hands you a prescription paper, and as you reach for it, you nearly stumble, experiencing the same dizziness that preceded fainting. but he catches you in his strong arms with lightning reflexes. you pull back, clutching your head instead, as the headache reaches unbearable levels.
yeosang notices your distress and swiftly guides you back onto the bed, using the gentlest movements. he takes hold of your chin between his fingers and looks into your fluttering eyes as you struggle to keep them open. worry lines crease his forehead as he reaches into his front pocket, retrieving not a pen, but a small flashlight. he shines it in your face, swiftly passing it in front of your eyes to check for dilation.
"you've lost quite a bit of blood," he says, his jaw tensing with concern as he lightly traces the back of his fingers along your cheekbones. "i can't believe i missed that…"
you wave your hand dismissively, whispering that it's okay since you only recently started feeling the effects of the blood loss.
"do you know your blood type? we need to transfuse, sweetheart," he whispers, clicking on his laptop, most likely searching for your blood type in your folder, which isn't available since this is your first visit to this hospital. you don't dwell on the endearment, too focused on recalling your blood type from memory.
"no, sorry, i don't remember," you meekly reply, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. after all, what adult doesn't know their own blood type?
"it's okay," he reassures, turning to you with a soft smile. "i'll take a sample, send it to one of the nurses, and they'll find out for us, okay?"
the question is rhetorical, and you realize it. you don't bother mentioning your fear of needles; it's not that you're scared of them, but you just don't want them penetrating your body.
with wide eyes and clammy hands, you agree with a small nod. yeosang immediately notices your tension. your knee bounces up and down rapidly, and your hands tremble slightly in your lap. he doesn't say anything as he retrieves a disinfected syringe from a small plastic container, along with two tubes.
he brings a chair in front of you and takes a seat, bringing himself down to your level. you gaze at him through your lashes, and yeosang feels his heart skip a beat. he takes a deep breath, then gently holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs softly against your skin. he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his touch and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
"hey," he simply says, and you look at him, waiting for more. when no further words come, you respond with a quiet "hey" of your own.
"good, the patient is responsive, not a lifeless body," he smiles crookedly, cracking a joke that brings a smile to your face.
"wow, the patient is even smiling. today must be my lucky day," your smile widens, and he releases your hands. you hadn't realized how grounding his touch had been until it disappeared.
he grabs your arm and places your hand on his lap, palm facing up. he starts tapping the crook of your elbow since you're wearing a t-shirt, trying to locate your veins. when they don't appear, he clucks his tongue and takes hold of your smaller fist in his own, manually making your hand clench while his other hand remains on your forearm, attempting to raise a vein.
you remain silent and still, focusing on his concentrated expression. his eyebrows furrow, and his eyes remain fixed except for the occasional blink. his strong nose defines his face, and you notice the spot where he bites his cheek from inside his mouth. there's a small birthmark next to his eye, shaped like a tiny heart, and you find it endearing.
"enjoying the view?" he smirks, and before you can respond to defend your honor, he grabs the syringe, effectively silencing you. he tears open the packaging, discarding the waste on the table, and approaches your arm.
you flinch when he places a hand on your forearm, and he looks up at you with a gentle smile. however, the sight of the needle next to his face does little to calm you.
"'m gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that?" he asks, and you nod once, not planning on fixating on the impending puncture. "i'll make it quick, i promise, princess. do you trust me?" once again, you nod, this time thrown off balance by the endearing nickname, which he notices through the quiver of your lips.
"if i asked for your number, would you give it to me?" he shocks you with the question, as he's one of the most beautiful humans you've ever encountered, and here you are, looking like a complete mess with half your face covered in blood and a massive hole in your forehead.
"y-yeah, i would, obviously," you stammer, and he swiftly inserts the needle, hitting the vein accurately—something for which you're internally grateful. instinctively, you glance downward, but he quickly clicks his tongue, drawing your attention back.
"what did we say, eyes on me," he shows off his perfect teeth as he finally removes the needle, carefully transferring its contents into the two small bottles which he pushes aside. "now about this phone number."
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plooto · 5 months
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neteyam doesn’t think of anything when he’s with you. his thoughts occupied by you and you only. how your tail flicks when he’s given you a new necklace he’s made with you in mind. how you light up when his little sister tuk tackles you in a hug. how you look so pretty when your tahni shine at night. how right you feel in his arms.
“ we’d be a cute couple, yeah? ” neteyam chokes on the fruit he was eating, neck snapping to look at you, heart racing and braids slapping his face unceremoniously - never in this life did he think you would think such a thing..
“ w- what? ” you shrugged, taking another bite of your fruit, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
“ i mean like, we are always together and i am sure everyone thinks we are together.. ” neteyam places a hand on the ground behind you, eyes watching your facial expressions as he replied.
“ what are you saying, sevin? ” your body went rigid, hearing his voice so close and so low. you turned to him. doe eyes wide and confused, your tail behind you not hiding your feelings about being this close to neteyam. he smirks from your silence, eyes glancing down to your lips. “ well? ”
you swallowed the lump in your throat, “ i didn’t mean anything by it, it- i- it was just something that popped in my head.. ” you blurt, turning back to your fruit. neteyam let out an over exasperated sigh, laying down on his back with his hands under his head,
“ that is a shame. i thought we would make a cute couple too.. ” you turned around, only to be met with a cocky smile resting on neteyam’s lips. you jabbed his side with your knuckle,
“ you skxawng, you shouldn’t say things you do not mean! ” neteyam gives a weird look, one you couldn’t read, but before you could question it, he sat up, hand making its way to the back of your neck before pulling you in for a heart stopping kiss. he pulls away, cheeky smile on his face as he watches your flushes face.
“ i never say things i don’t mean, tiyawn. ” he says, standing up and walking away. you blink a few more times, lips stretching as you smile, rising to your feet to chase after neteyam.
“ neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan! you skxawng! ”
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epiclamer · 4 months
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Why haven't you posted in so lonnnggg! 🤕😭
Thanks for reminding me that I'm actually supposed to post here.
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Various weapons of sorts hit the metal table and Hero had to admit the sound startled them more than they had expected. The supervillain halted, raising an eyebrow at the hero's reaction before they continued spreading out their arsenal.
"First time?" Hero nearly had a heart attack when they heard the other speak. They were already fighting the urge to throw up all over their own lap, the last thing they needed was casual conversation with their kidnapper.
Hero gulped, struggling to swallow the acid burning their throat. "Y-yeah."
The supervillain nodded somewhat affectionately (surprisingly enough) and kept up with their work, ignoring the hero further.
Maybe it was a stupid idea, but their brain couldn't come up with anything else to calm their nerves, and Hero was pretty sure one more minute in this tension filled room was going to kill them before Supervillain could get a chance. "Is it... bad?"
That seemed to catch the supervillain's attention.
"Is what bad? The interrogation? The anticipation? The torture?"
Supervillain's eyes felt like a spotlight that pinned Hero to the spot. They were starting to wonder if attempting to ease their worries with chitchat was really worth it.
Again it felt hard to swallow, "T-the last one." but the hero managed.
The criminal shrugged, but a hint of a smile crossed their face. "Depends on whether you talk or not."
That wasn't very reassuring.
Considering that the hero wasn't planning on spilling everything about their agency to their enemy, they had a feeling tonight was going to be long.
Supervillain sighed, seeing the hero and their crushed spirits. “Think of it like a right of passage. Everyone who works in this field experiences it once if they don’t die first. So just be glad you’ve made it this far.”
Hero had sweat through their suit by now, they couldn’t stop shaking, the bonds holding them down had started ripping their skin and their mouth was dryer than the desert. Watching the supervillain choose their demise was awfully unnerving.
“This one will do.” Supervillain held up a small pairing knife, catching a glint off the light hanging from the ceiling. Smirking just slightly at the hero, the supervillain stepped forward. “Are you ready?”
“Go easy on me?” Hero’s voice wavered dangerously close to a whimper, which Supervillain seemed to enjoy.
“I can’t ensure anything.” They were only a foot away by now. “But, if you’re a good little hero, I promise to leave you in one piece for your team to find.”
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mirkwoodmunson · 1 year
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smoking with Eddie and then you're straddling him and kissing and then a song comes on u really like so you are like dancing while straddling him and he's just watching u and maybe he starts undressing u while u lipsync to the song maybe huhuhu
HUUHHUHUHUUUU 🤪
“i was feelin’ done iiiin~ …”
“babe…”
“…couldn’t win…”
“please can we just—“
“i’d only ever kissed befooo-ooore~!”
“—watch this movie without—“
“you mean she..?! …uh-huh…”
“…christ…”
“i thought there’s no use getting! into heavy petting! it only leeeeads to trouble aaand…” you grab eddie by his cheeks and smoosh your noses together, staring him dead in the eye waiting for him to continue the lyric.
he can’t help it, squeezes his eyes shut and snorts, “seat wetting!”
you squeal and giggle and clutch his head to your bosom now where he sputters with laughter, lets you handle him as you will as you continue along with susan sarandon.
“now all i want to knooow! is how to gooo~!”
you playfully shove him away and he falls back into his pillows with a huff, grinning up at you with shining eyes as you shift up onto your knees on the sheets, singing into the invisible microphone clutched in your fist. with your other hand you point a lazy finger, and eddie pretends to nip at it.
“i’ll put up no resistance! i want to stay the distance!”
you crawl over his legs and as you do eddie cranes himself up while you lean over him, all teasing smiles and giggly and blushing cheeks as he slides hands over your thighs.
“i’ve got an itch to scratch, i need assiiistaaance~!”
his gentle slide turns into an eager grab as he hooks arms around your bottom, yanks you further into him as you yelp and eddie growls, susan continuing the song while your boyfriend devours your mouth in a hungry kiss. you’d teased him and now he had to touch you. when you separate for air you attempt to continue your cadence but it’s softer and a little gravely, hands roaming over eddie who pants softly and starts undoing the buttons of your shirt. your fingers graze the front of his pants and while he utters a light groan, you grin.
“you need a friendly hand, ohh i need aaaactioon~!”
eddie slides your shirt back and down your arms; you’d taken your bra off before movie night started and eddie is just over the moon with this information, uttering a needy sigh as he leans into your chest and offers it his gentle attention. as he kisses and licks, you smile and drop your head back, this time just mouthing along as susan belts out your exact sentiments;
“touch-a touch-a tooouch meee!”
eddie all but growls with a nipple pinched between his teeth, “i wanna be dirty.”
he hooks his hands by the backs of your knees and yanks you into him so you’re forced to lie back with a yelp, your crotch pulled snug against eddie’s hips. you disintegrate into a fit of giggles as eddie sits up and leans in over you, swallows your laughter, and susan continues to serenade over the noisy kisses and soft moans.
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justnnyx · 1 year
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dumbasses (lol)
bokuto x reader
"Are you in a hurry somewhere?"
"No, I have time, especially for you." He smiled so sweetly you almost had a toothache.
"You're too sweet to me." You ducked your head, unable to look him in the eyes.
"Of course I am. Is it a problem?" He said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand rested on your cheek.
"Of course it's a problem," You grabbed the hand that was currently caressing your cheek, and you look at him with an expression that was filled with both apprehension and anticipation. "Kou- what are we?"
You held his hand tightly, not wanting to let go until he gives you a proper answer.
"What do you mean? We're... um... dating?" He said, the last word coming out hesitant and unsure.
What?
"Dating? You haven't even asked me out!"
"I haven't?"
"You haven't!"
"Then, um," he cleared his throat. The butterflies in your stomach acting up again. Is he actually-? "Will you go out-"
"Yes!" You threw yourself at him. You've waited too long for this.
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brrrkdslek · 5 months
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"no." you said for the nth time since you got off school, while a wild wooyoung whines next to you, "why not!? we always have sleepovers, pleaseeee!!" you felt a unibrow growing at how long your brows have been furrowed for.
wooyoung fake-sobbed as he launched himself into your arms and you only groan before shoving him off. "wooyoung i told you i'm busy tomorrow. i'm sorry but it'd have to be next week earliest."
you almost burst out laughing at the way wooyoung stomped his feet, like a toddler being refused of going to disneyland by their parent. trick question, guess which one of you is the parent. exactly.
as you neared wooyoung's house, you slowly guide yourself away from his home, as to not get dragged in like last time. but of course, wooyoung anticipates your actions and holds onto your arm before you could get away.
you groaned as wooyoung drags you into his house and throws you onto his couch. you only sighed before taking out your textbook. "what are you doing?" wooyoung leans his head onto your shoulder as you reply, not looking up. "we have a quiz tomorrow silly." he rises, "we do?" you don't reply, "meh, i'll just study it tomorrow morning."
you smile, "that's just like you." you mumble to yourself. after about five minutes, wooyoung got bored again. "dudeeee, let's cuddle!!" you look up to see wooyoung's sparkling eyes, and it takes you everything to reject him.
you sigh, "i can't wooyoung, i have places to go to tomorrow." wooyoung tilts his head, "that's a whole different thing though...?" you roll your eyes and resume writing onto your notebook, "don't think you're slick, jung wooyoung. i know your trying to slip a sleepover in by locking me for hours, until it's too late for me to go home." you look up, "did i get that right?"
wooyoung claps his hands, "yessss, 100%!" you sighed for the nth time today, "i wish that was your mark for the math quiz today..." you murmur. wooyoung suddenly snatches your notebook away and runs upstairs, you know what he was doing.
wooyoung's trying to lead you to his room so it's easier for him to entrap you and cuddle. you knew it but still, you gave in and followed after him. upon reaching his room, you walk in to see no one and now you're just confused.
wooyoung abruptly knocks you onto the bed, straddling your legs and hugging you tightly. you didn't fight back as you only pat his back and just lay there, in each other's arms.
wooyoung raised his head, "what are you even doing tomorrow that's so important?" you knew that tone, and you knew wooyoung was trying to keep you here and away from whatever plans you had. you brush through his hair, "i need to show yuyu around the campus since he's new."
wooyoung frowns and stops your hand, holding your wrist tightly. "there you go again." you blink, "huh...?" wooyoung huffs, "why're you calling him nicknames when you guys just met? you barely know him!" you slightly flinch at his tone and sat up, "hey, hey, hey. relax, i'm just trying to be nice-"
wooyoung shoves you back down, pining your arms next to your head. "don't you get it!?" despite his loud screaming, you weren't afraid. "what's with you, wooyoung? you don't have to act like this every time i'm hanging out with somebody other than you," he frowns, "you're my best friend wooyoung, no one can replace you." you don't know why but you felt your heart tighten when the words left your mouth.
your eyes widen when you felt droplets of water hit your cheek, you looked up in shock to see wooyoung's eyes filled with tears. "i don't want to just be your best friend," he sobbed, "but i'll never have that cause you don't feel the same way...!" "who says i don't?" wooyoung's breath hitches as another tear slid down his cheek, "w-what..." you frowned, "how would you know, if i like you or not?"
wooyoung said nothing as he slowly retracted his hands away from your wrists, hiding his face in his hands as he sobbed loudly. you sat up and held onto his hip, "i love you, jung wooyoung." upon hearing those words, wooyoung cried even louder and buried himself into your chest.
"i love you so much, and i won't ever stop." you only kissed his head as he sobbed. "i think i should stay for that sleepover, shouldn't i?" you let out a breathy laugh upon feeling wooyoung nod into your chest.
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prettyboyporter · 1 year
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"Can I touch your tiger?"
Billy yanked his headphones off of his head to see Harrington hovering by the pile of plush stuffed animals. "What?"
"I said, uh... Can I touch your tiger?"
Eight days ago, Harrington had come into the toy store where Billy works asking if they had Clue in stock because his cousin Joey wanted a new board game.
Later when Billy told this to Max, she looked at him with a wrinkle between her eyebrows. "Steve doesn't have a cousin named Joey."
Five days ago, it was Hungry Hungry Hippo that he asked for, claiming to want it for Henderson. "Henderson's a little old for this isn't he?" Billy asked as he bagged the game up.
"He's, like, nostalgic. Or something," Harrington stammered as he left the store.
Yesterday Harrington showed up and didn't buy anything. Didn't ask for anything. He just ... talked. He started asking how Billy was doing, how he liked the store, what the worst concert he'd ever seen was, what his dream car is, just the most random shit.
It was a slow day yesterday. Billy was grateful for it. Because he'd had *fun*. Harrington was fun to talk to, charming with the way he leaned on the counter with one arm and fidgeted with the pen on the counter.
Adorable in the way he smiled, eyes lighting up, blush staining his neck.
Billy thought about it all night last night and thought about what it would be like to kiss Harrington's neck.
He'd hoped Harrington would show up, and here he is, twirling a stuffed tiger between his fingers. He brought it to the register, and Billy started to ring it up. "Who's this one for? Henderson?"
"Nope."
Billy handed the change back and the tiger in a bag. "Cousin Joey?"
"Don't got a cousin Joey," Harrington said. His eyes locked on Billy's, then dropped down to Billy's lips.
Billy's heartbeat rabbited. "You .. you don't?"
"Nope," he said, popping the P. He pressed the stuffed animal to Billy's chest and leaned forward until his lips ghosted across Billy's. "Happy birthday Billy."
The pressure of Harrington's lips on his own made him forget about the tiger as it slid to the counter. Later, he'd place it on his bookshelf, as Harrington watched from his bed.
"Thanks," Billy said when Harrington finally pulled away. "It's perfect."
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saetoru · 1 year
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[ HUMAN ] SCARAMOUCHE.
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“why do you want a heart so badly?” you ask scaramouche one night, tucked under the covers as he points you with a sharp glare. it’s a painful reminder, he thinks—that there’s only an empty crevice in his chest, a lonely void that has no real home. 
“a heart is what makes a human,” he grunts, as though it’s obvious. you only offer him a kind smile—one he thinks he doesn’t deserve. there are far too many sins that he knows he has the price to pay, far too many sins he hasn’t yet atoned for. so many, that he figures a blessing like you should really be a curse in disguise.
but there’s something about the way your touch lights his skin up, the way it sends pinpricks along his body, the way it makes a slight ghost of a clench settle itself deep within his chest.
“but you don’t really need a heart,” you hum, tracing the soft curve of his cheek, “you don’t need a heart to still be human.”
“then what makes a human?” he scoffs. there’s no need for you to answer, he thinks bitterly. he knows that the beating of a heart, the steady rising and falling of a chest, the sporadic skip of its beat is what makes a human. and he’s a puppet, he reminds himself—one with no heart and no blood in his veins that bleeds with the flow of time.
“i don’t really know,” you shrug, shuffling closer, pulling him flush against your chest. he can feel your heart beating under his cheek, focusing on the soft, rhythmic pounding that he craves so desperately. 
what is it really about a heart that makes a human? perhaps it’s the fragileness behind mortality, the unpredictable line that hides itself between life and death. scaramouche hates that there’s never a real answer. it’s a truth he’s wandered every corner of the world for—and it’s a truth hidden and tucked behind the corners of your small home, the truth he hasn’t noticed yet even as it lingers right beneath his fingertips.
to be human is to love, to cry and laugh and whisper between gusts of wind, to feel the air kiss your skin and the blades of grass graze the bare soles of your feet. to be human is to watch the summer sun turn into a winter night, to watch the cherry blossoms of spring turn into the leaves that cover the ground in autumn. to be human is to watch the colors of the sky bleed into the water, to watch the small ripples as your toes dip beneath the surface. to be human is to dance in the rain, to chase dreams and sometimes lose them too, to bear yourself with every imperfection and hope it’s enough—even when sometimes it’s not.
that’s what you want to say.
but instead, you gather him in your arms, brushing the strands of hair away from the center of his forehead before pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. he’s warm under your lips, and he’s warm in your hold—and you think, for just a small moment, that scaramouche might be the most human thing about this world. 
“maybe being human is simply living,” you mumble, “sometimes you wake up and eat pancakes, and sometimes you pick peaches in the forest, and sometimes you get caught in the rain.” he’s silent as you speak, and you’re not sure if you’ve convinced him, but you know you can try. “but the most human thing you can do,” you pause to meet his eyes, watching the slight glisten of his orbs—the oh so human gloss of tears as you say, “is to fall in love.”
“have you ever been in love?” he asks after a moment, making you chuckle. if only you knew, you wish to say, as if the kisses across his forehead don’t speak for you, as if your hand squeezing his and your eyes softening as they meet his gaze don’t tell enough, as if the delicate touch of your fingertips doesn’t say all he needs to know.
but you only grin with a slow nod of your head as you peck his nose. “yes,” you tell him, “i’m in love right now.”
“and what does it feel like?”
“like i’m human,” you grab his hand as you answer.
“then…” he pauses, and then it hits him. 
it hits him hard, like the impact of falling from heaven down to earth, like the impact of falling from divinity as he once had—returning to where he belongs. back to humanity. 
maybe being human isn’t about the heart in your chest, he realizes—maybe being human is living freely, even when something as fragile as a heart can rip away life so easily. maybe being human is choosing to be strong even when you know you’re weak. maybe being human is looking at someone and realizing you’d give up a thousand lives just to live this one by their side. 
so he shakes his head and chuckles quietly, and it comes out as a wavering breath as he thinks how amusing it is that the answer has been here for so long—and yet, he’s only just realized it. 
he closes his eyes, feeling your soft breaths kiss his skin as he mumbles, “...then i think i’m in love too.”
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he makes me so sad i cry
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mooncreates · 1 year
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a [wanderer/reader] drabble: soft
(@w4yf1nder I heard you were looking for scara content. i hope you enjoy this silly quick drabble <3)
It had been another long day of adventuring, and the dry winter air was not doing your skin any favors. Even your lips were dried out, and you stick a hand into your pack to find the balm Beidou had gifted you a while back. Apparently it was a great find that she loved to use herself during the cold months.
Rubbing the balm across your lips, you nod in satisfaction as it glides smoothly. "Ooh, my lips are soooo soft now! They're like pillows!"
Your companion arches his eyebrow skeptically, snorting as he watches you continue to apply the product. "Yeah right, my lips are softer."
Eyes widening, you jerk your gaze to the side. The Wanderer looks remarkably unbothered as he sits across from you, the familiar twist of his mouth a sign that he is trying to hide his competitiveness. That in itself isn't odd - he gets testy about all sorts of things. But what is he even trying to compete about right now?
"Impossible. Prove it."
Unfortunately, you also have a penchant for competition, mostly to rile the Wanderer up to see his reactions. Sometimes you worry that you'll cross the line, but it's obvious that if you did, he would definitely make sure you knew it.
Your thoughts come to a crashing halt as a slender hand slips behind your head, gently tugging you closer to a wicked smirk that sends your heart racing.
"Oh yeah? I will then."
The table goes quiet for a few long moments. Lanterns sway silently in the evening breeze, wordless witnesses to the private scene.
"So? I obviously won."
"Not so fast, I don't think so."
"Need me to prove it again?"
"Try me."
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nkogneatho · 10 days
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alright bye bye everyone. i'll be away and busy for a while. be good while i am gone. eat well and rest. remember to give yourself lots of love and continue to be kind <33
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“Listen,” Miss Holloway whispers as she cups Duke's face tenderly in her hands. “Do you hear that?”
Duke can't hear anything except for his heart trying to beat itself out of his chest. “What is it?” He finally manages to ask, his voice soft.
A smile curls the corners of Miss Holloway's mouth. Her thumbs brush over Duke's cheeks. She leans forward, stopping just before her lips meet his.
“That's the sound of my heart breaking,” she murmurs as her hands fall away from his face. “Because you could never be happy with me. Because I would just ruin you.”
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Summary: Thoma and you promised each other to spend the Christmas alone together and to not buy any gifts this year. When Ayaka accidentally tells you he has something planned, you want to do some last minute gift-shopping, but the snow storm seems to have picked up and you’re running out of time!
A/n: Hi hi! I’m quickly breaking my hiatus to post this for the winter event of @dustofthedailylife​!! I really liked the prompts but my life turned upside down so it ended up really hard for me to write this TuT But I hope it’s at least fun for one person! XD Anyways- I’ll be off till the new years most likely :) Sorry for the long wait! 
Prompts used: “I guess we’re stuck here until the snow dies down.” & “This is the best gift I’ve ever received in my entire life” - both altered slightly to fit the story better.
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“Are you kidding me?”
The storm outside seems worse than before. The wind has picked up and snowflakes race down from above, a few landing on the glass window in the door before they melt.
You feel your boyfriend Thoma place his hands on your waist before he gently pulls you back into his chest.
“I guess you’re stuck here with me until the snow dies down.”
If it wasn’t for your thick winter coat and the two scarfs he had wrapped around you, you could’ve turned around to see the soft smile on his face moments before he buried his face into the crook of your neck. 
Around an hour ago, you had gotten ready for some last minute gift shopping. You both weren’t planning to buy any this year, but after Ayaka accidentally told you Thoma had plans to give you something after all, you wanted to return the favour. 
You wonder why he bought you a gift.
Wasn’t it his idea in the first place to stay at home and ‘take things easy’?
“I can’t believe the storm decided to pick up right now! It’s been calm the whole day, and right before I wanted to go shopping it had to pick up again.” 
You turn around in Thoma’s arms to lock eyes with him.
He’s wearing a red Christmas sweater with two reindeers on it– one similar to the one you’re wearing under your coat. His hair is messier than most days and his headband is discarded.
Thoma’s eyes soften a moment before his hands move up to your face. 
“I told you, I don’t need any gifts.” 
He gently cups your cheeks before placing a kiss on your nose.
“But I want to give you one.” You place your own hands over his, “You deserve it! You’ve been working so hard lately, and I know you’re already happy but-”
You sigh.
There’s no winning this argument. Not when all the shops close for Christmas tomorrow, and definitely not with the blizzard outside. 
He presses another kiss on your cheek and pulls you in closer. “I don’t need any gifts, because you’re the best gift I’ve ever received in my life.” 
He places his forehead against yours. You stay silent like that for a moment before he continues, 
“Well…second best.” 
You gasp as you pull back to look him in the eyes. 
“Taroumaru places above me?” You place a hand against your chest to feign hurt.
“You have to admit, he’s very cute!” Thoma lifts his hands up in the air as he laughs. You gently push him against the shoulder and cross your arms over your chest. 
“Maybe I don’t feel so bad for you after all.”
Thoma smiles and captures your hand. “Let’s get that coat off of you, alright?”
“Want me to make us some hot chocolate?” You wiggle your way out of your coat as Thoma gently removes the scarf from your neck. 
“I’ll be with you in a minute, alright?” 
As Thoma hangs up your coat and scarf, he can hear you rummage around in the kitchen. A few cabinets open before they close, and he can hear you getting a pan to warm the milk in. 
You’re really the best lover he could ever wish for. 
He stands still in the hallway for a moment. His hand moves to the small box in his pocket.
He really hopes you’ll accept his gift on Christmas and become his partner for life.
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plooto · 5 months
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it broke your heart to watch the sully family leave. there was nothing you could do to help. help their family, help your best friends, help your mate.
neteyam’s breathing was fast, uneven. he wanted to tell you everything..and yet nothing at all. he cupped your face. your union was recent, only mates for the last few moons..
“ i will come back, if it is the last thing i do, tiyawn. ” your heart pounded in your ears, tear stained cheeks speaking more volume than yours words could ever have. you didn’t want him to leave..you could bear him to. his hands cupped your face, eyes never leaving yours as he clung to this moment—the moment that very well might be the last time he sees you. he rests his forehead against yours, sucking in a breath, encouraging himself to speak he has to get off his chest—no, needs. words that were no longer able to be said tomorrow. words he so desperately needed to change the outcome of his future—your future together..
“ neteyam. ” your ears rang as you watched neteyam’s lips move, you couldn’t hear anything. not over the sound of your heart sharing into millions—no, billions—of tiny little shards. neteyam pressed a longing kiss to your lips, wishing to freeze this moment forever. to stay in here with you, to stay with you, to grow old with you. his hands lingered, his father calling him again. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, hands gliding down your arms before he turned. begrudgingly stepping to his ikran, he glanced at you one last time before flying off, following his family.
“ you skxawng. i’m shot.. ”
even with growing anxiety for neteyam’s well being, the sully family pressed on. however, quaritch was the last of their problems.
meanwhile, your heart burned, body shaking with pain as you fell over. eyes barely open, you muttered,
“ neteyam.. ”
his mother cried as his eyes fluttered open. everyone—jake, tuk, even ronal, let out a sigh of relief. lo’ak’s eyes blurred, unable to hold back his emotions anymore, he hid his face in his hands as sobs shook his form. the injury he caused.
kiri’s arms wrapped around him, “ eywa has grated us another chance with him, brother. ” lo’ak nodded slowly, the image of his hands stained with his brothers blood slowly flowing into his mind. voices, shouts filled his head, overthinking at its worst.
“ lil bro, i am fine. ” neteyam mumbled, slowly listing his arm to place it on lo’ak’s shoulder. the younger brothers eyes darted to neteyam’s, clouded with tears of doubt. neteyam’s chest throbbed, not just from healing pains, but feeling his brothers pain. neteyam pulled lo’ak in for a hug, gently, not to put a halt to healing the holes in his body.
“ i- i’m sorry, neteyam..it- it’s all my f- fault. ” neteyam choked on a laugh, wincing in pain. moving a hand to the back of his brothers head, he spoke again, sighing.
“ why must you always make things so hard..? ” he asked, tugging on his younger brother’s kuru with three of his four fingers. lo’ak hissed in return. the family laughed, relieved that their relationship has not changed a bit.
“ y’n will be happy to see you again, son ” jake rested a hand on neteyam’s left shoulder, long fingers resting at the base of his shoulder blade, giving it a reassuring squeeze. neteyam’s eyes flickered to his father, grown out braids swaying to the side as the tilted his head in confusion.
“ y’n, w- who’s y’n? ” neteyam stuttered, eyes blinking rapidly. the sullys fell silent, ronal even excusing herself to avoid the tension. the family’s silence lasted longer, growing louder as no one spoke up, too surprised from the words he just spoke. neteyam’s eyes scanned the room, waiting for someone to explain just what was happening.
“ guys..seriously, who is this y’n person? ” neytiri drew a sharp breath in, the reality of the situation finally sinking in as she glanced up at her mate.
kiri broke the silence, voice sure but wavering as she explained, “ brother..y’n is your mate back home.. ”
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published . october 22 , 2023
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